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Reluctant Rescue

A Reluctant Rescue By blackrandl1958 It was getting late in the evening. The sun was low in the west and Laban was pulling his boat up on the trailer. He had been fishing all day and he was ready to pack up and get home. His client had already left and Laban had pocket a hefty tip for putting the man on some big fish. He put the bar in place holding his boat motor locked in position and pulled away from the ramp so the next person in line could back down. There was a parking lot up by the Forest Service campground and he parked to finish stowing his gear. There were dozens of families camping in the area and Laban noticed a girl walk by, heading toward the lake. He had his rods locked in the storage compartment when he noticed a group of four men going past in the same direction the girl had gone. They all had on blue doo rags. Laban knew the type. They belonged to a local street gang called The Lobos. They hung out around the lake sometimes, usually starting trouble and intimidating the tourists. He tried to avoid them whenever possible. They usually didn’t mess with him. He looked a little intimidating himself. He was about six three and 240 pounds and none of it was fat belly. His mop of red hair and bushy red beard made him look mean, although he was a gentle man. He had played defensive end in college and six years in the NFL. He was never good enough to start but he was good enough to make teams. His lack of speed had hindered his football career and he retired with a ...

... fat bank account and while he was still healthy. He tried mixed martial arts for three years and had won more fights than he lost, but he retired from that too. He discovered he just didn’t like getting hit. Now he was a professional fisherman and guide on Lake Casitas near Los Angeles. He didn’t need to work, but he enjoyed putting customers on big fish. He fished his keys out of his pocket and opened the door of his truck. He heard loud voices from the direction of the beach. A girl was arguing with a man about something. “Stop it,” he heard her say. “I’m not bothering you. Leave me alone. I said stop it!” He heard a slap and a man’s curses. Reluctantly, he put his keys back in his pocket and walked toward the beach until he could see around the big rocks hiding the beach from his view. The gangbangers had surrounded the girl he had seen earlier and their hands were all over her. Laban didn’t want to get involved but they were being very aggressive. He got his phone out of his pocket and called 911. “Emergency services, how can I help you,” he heard a woman’s voice. “Listen, I’m at the north boat ramp at Lake Casitas by Lakeview Marina. There’s a young girl here and four members of the Lobos are molesting her. They’re feeling her up and she doesn’t want them to. I’m afraid it’s going to get ugly.” “Sir, we have a car in the area and we’re sending two more. What’s your name?” “Laban Sandler, and they’re starting to get rough.” The girl was shouting at the gang members now. ...